The closeness doesn't bother Stiles. Doesn't even set off his hormones, at
least not when he's like this, in full research mode. Derek doesn't have
any sense of personal space, whether it's him or the wolf, and it's just
something Stiles has accepted. Occasionally, it's meant pushing Derek out
of the way of his chair, or accidentally flailing and cracking him in the
elbow, but since that didn't get him mangled or make Derek back off, Stiles
has opted to waste his breath on other things. Like Derek's tendency to not
even bother knocking on his window before climbing in. Or, you know,
calling. Like ya do.
No, instead he just watches Derek while he goes through his list with what
would have been surprising ease three weeks ago. He's less surprised now,
since...well, Derek obviously trusts him to have some good ideas, some
brain power. And doesn't that make him feel warm and fuzzy. Anyway, Derek
has been more thorough than Stiles expected, which gets him an approving
look, as if Stiles is reconsidering a previous opinion.
"Their families might think that, but they haven't filed a missing persons
report, or my dad would have said something. And by said something, I mean
he would have eaten the salads I make him without trying to slip them into
his napkin. Any time a kid goes missing he does things, it's like a neon
sign. Anyway. It's gonna take two weeks after the school year starts before
they file one anyway, for truancy."
His hands are still in his lap, bizarrely so, but he doesn't need to move
when his brain is doing all the moving for him. "Second. We should check
the bus station. Train, too, just to be sure. There might be something.
Canvas the place with yearbook photos. Maybe someone saw something, most of
the bums in town do circuits during the summer to keep from getting busted.
And there's ways to screw with your nose, right? Smells that cover things?
Can you look for those smells, too? Maybe they used like, kryptonite air
freshener or whatever while moving. Or the alpha pack did."
He looks at Derek again, and there might be just the tiniest hint of
something looking for approval there. He's not totally stupid, right? "Just
my thoughts. Figured there might be something we could learn doing it
Scooby-style." Bad phrasing, maybe. But her doesn't mean it like that,
honest, Derek.
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Date: 2014-01-20 04:56 am (UTC)The closeness doesn't bother Stiles. Doesn't even set off his hormones, at least not when he's like this, in full research mode. Derek doesn't have any sense of personal space, whether it's him or the wolf, and it's just something Stiles has accepted. Occasionally, it's meant pushing Derek out of the way of his chair, or accidentally flailing and cracking him in the elbow, but since that didn't get him mangled or make Derek back off, Stiles has opted to waste his breath on other things. Like Derek's tendency to not even bother knocking on his window before climbing in. Or, you know, calling. Like ya do.
No, instead he just watches Derek while he goes through his list with what would have been surprising ease three weeks ago. He's less surprised now, since...well, Derek obviously trusts him to have some good ideas, some brain power. And doesn't that make him feel warm and fuzzy. Anyway, Derek has been more thorough than Stiles expected, which gets him an approving look, as if Stiles is reconsidering a previous opinion.
"Their families might think that, but they haven't filed a missing persons report, or my dad would have said something. And by said something, I mean he would have eaten the salads I make him without trying to slip them into his napkin. Any time a kid goes missing he does things, it's like a neon sign. Anyway. It's gonna take two weeks after the school year starts before they file one anyway, for truancy."
His hands are still in his lap, bizarrely so, but he doesn't need to move when his brain is doing all the moving for him. "Second. We should check the bus station. Train, too, just to be sure. There might be something. Canvas the place with yearbook photos. Maybe someone saw something, most of the bums in town do circuits during the summer to keep from getting busted. And there's ways to screw with your nose, right? Smells that cover things? Can you look for those smells, too? Maybe they used like, kryptonite air freshener or whatever while moving. Or the alpha pack did."
He looks at Derek again, and there might be just the tiniest hint of something looking for approval there. He's not totally stupid, right? "Just my thoughts. Figured there might be something we could learn doing it Scooby-style." Bad phrasing, maybe. But her doesn't mean it like that, honest, Derek.